So its around 11.30, juries are supposed to start at 2.00pm. I roll over in my bed and am roused from a strange Alice in Wonderland-esque dream by Ashleigh, who's apparently on the phone with Kyle. Kyle was still in studio from the previous night, trying to finish his project, when our professor/jurors showed up and asked where everyone was. ( Read more... )

So the story I forgot to tell ( Read more... )

My project is done. Its horrible, one of the worst things ever to be called architecture, but I don't care. I will gladly chalk up this semester to forfeiting good design in favor of great experiences. I've seen the world (or at least half!), I left home, lived on my own, survived in a place where I didn't speak the language. I can't help but ( Read more... )

There is just one final and one final model, along with the verbal assault that is juries, standing between me and my loved ones. I know I'm supposed to be thrilled to come home, but I really like it here. I'm going to miss kebabs and cooking for myself everyday and living in an Italian loft and never knowing what people are saying. I'm not ready ( Read more... )

Not too much has been going on lately. It's raining currently, has been all day, and will continue to do so for at least the next ten days. Looks like Italy is finally telling us to get the hell out. hah Besides, everyone is cooped up in the apartments/studios doing final projects, so its really a moot point. I personally have spent the vast ( Read more... )

1. This weekend I was supposed to go to Munich, Germany for Springfest. Minutes after doing online check-in for my 70 euro tickets, Tommy informed me that he was no longer going. Unbeknownst to me, Jackie also decided she was not going. The two of them gave away their spots in the hostel, and Tommy gave away his ticket. A few hours later I was ( Read more... )

Lately I’ve been increasingly evident of my own mental fatigue. The ebb and flow of life is waning a little less and the waves are crashing again. Even these entries are beginning to read as stoic, forced, and obligatory. After three months of travel, three months of planning and independence, of Florence and Abroad issues, of cooking dinner ( Read more... )

Things people have gotten in serious trouble for so far:
Trashing a hotel (with blood/canal sewage mud)
Smashing car windows
Swallowing/transporting a condom of hash across borders

... Oh to fly back to Europe in order to serve jail time....

This weekend I actually got to stay in Florence for once, and it was sooo relaxing. Yesterday me, Tommy, Brandon, Bryce, and Maggie went to the beach in Livorno and laid out, drinking Chardonnay and later having pizza on the beach. Today Tommy, Colin, and I went on an 8 mile nature walk along the river, stopping for a few hours to lay on some ( Read more... )

This morning I woke up early - by some small miracle since I have no alarm or phone -showered, dressed, and left for mass at the Sagrada Familia. At first, I couldn’t figure out where to go. The line to get in was massive but I knew that was for tours and not services, of course that didn’t help me figure out where TO go. After a little ( Read more... )